Okay. I finally have some inspiration for a post.
Three times a week the kids and I deliver flyers. It is really Hannah's route, but Seth helps (when the spirit moves him) and I go along to supervise, and help (again, when the spirit moves me). Once or twice a week we happen to meet up with our mail lady. She is a wonderful lady who takes it upon herself to know those on her mail route as much as possible. She chats with the kids and the kids love her. The last couple of times we have met up with her, it has turned into a little game for the kids. They really want to WIN (competitive children that they are....) and beat her on our route.
Good natured as she is, she tries very hard to aid the kids in their adventure. Whenever possible, she will take the kids' flyer and deliver it herself if she happens to be going to the same house. This helps the kids get ahead. I don't mind this little game at all because it spices up the monotony, and the kids get even more exercise because they run their little legs off.
Today she was catching up and was a little too "close for comfort" for Seth. He turned around and yelled at the top of his lungs,
"HURRY HANNAH! SHE'S CATCHING UP! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE......POST-HASTE!"
Now, only Adventures in Odyssey fans will appreciate that one, but I split a gut with it because he was mimicking Eugene Meltzner.
When we got home - with the kids' having "won the race", the mail lady came around the corner of our cul-de-sac. I thanked her and then told the kids to say thank you as well.
That's when I had one of those "wishing the ground would open up and swallow me" moments.
"THANK YOU, YOU OLD MAIL LADY!"
Needless to say, he met his just reward.